Elysia stood in front of her father's grave, her hand in her mother's. She watched sadly as her mother bent down and laid out a bouquet of beautiful white flowers and the card she had made during preschool. "Happy Father's Day, dear..." She heard her whisper as tears flowed down her pale face.
"Happy Father's Day, Daddy." She echoed, her bottom lip quivering as she said it. She looked up at her mother. "Mommy, when is Daddy coming home? Ain't he done with work yet?"
"Ohh...Elysia...sweetie..." She picked her up, hugging her close and crying into her shoulder. Elysia stuck out her lip, trying to reassure her by patting her back. "It okay Mommy..."
Why does Mommy cry all the time? Elysia gave one last glance at her father's grave as they walked away. Come home Daddy, we miss you...